𝟸𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 ─── independent, selective, & mutuals only 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍 from OUTLAST II. recorded by morgan ( 22, she/her ) & est february 2025. largely headcanon based.
a study in : the unsalvageable, the crucified, blood - wept hands, cameras in the dark, tangible hauntings, faded wedding rings, biblical patterns, bitter endings, & rage - fueled revenge.
001. 2scall is a selective, mutuals only, 18+ blog based around blake langermann from red barrels’ outlast 2. please do not send in memes unless we are mutuals first. if i don’t follow back within a week, that probably means i’m a little overloaded with partners already or i don’t see us clicking— either way, please don’t take it to heart! i just ask that you respect my boundaries. however, if i follow you first, then i am absolutely interested in writing together.
002. this blog will contain dark and triggering themes, including violence, mental health issues, past torture/abuse, spousal death, and grief. i will tag any mentions of violence / torture accordingly, though i don’t expect a whole lot of that to crop up here. nonetheless, i’ll be mindful of it. please note that religious themes will be very present on this blog.
003. i love shipping and i don’t mind doing so at all!!! but i’d much prefer chatting about that kind of thing first before jumping into something ship-centric. honestly, i sometimes do best when chatting ooc first, just because i love hearing more about your character(s) and getting inspired that way. but that isn’t to say i don’t love memes and can’t start things through them! feel free to send in as many as you want; as long as we’re mutuals, i’m always game for them.
004. this blog is low - medium activity due to irl factors. i can reply to something in a day, sometimes it takes two weeks: just kinda depends, is all! with that being said, if you’re someone who requires fast replies, i’m probably not the partner for you.
005. my blake is very headcanon based due to the little information presented in the game. my canon goes that outlast 2 takes place before outlast/whistleblower, so after blake is captured, he’s thrown into mount massive asylum. most of my plots will revolve around this headcanon.
006. it shouldn’t even need to be said, but please be respectful— aka don’t be hateful, don’t cross my boundaries, don’t harass me/my partners, don’t godmod, don’t forceship, etc. the usual roleplay etiquette!
007. hello, hi! my name’s morgan, i’m 21+, and use she/her pronouns. i’ve been in the tumblr rpc for a couple years and have been roleplaying for over a decade. thank you for reading over my rules, and i can’t wait to meet everyone here! <3
me when i stop being a perfectionist and can actually write out a response without it having to be amazing wonderful glamorous etc. when will this day come !!!
it's an icepick through her skull. lobotomizing in its stature, freezing in its implication— these conversations take place in stolen minutes she'd rather spend elsewhere. stacked upon false dreams and pseudo hopes that lie useless. dug, drowned, or debilitated underneath imaginary graves. stuck sick beneath her mouth. driving their force against her throat. clawing towards some sort of hope at redemption, but futile in their attempts. [what a way to describe these talks: small in their design, suffocating in their existence ... if the world was a better place, maybe they would've met at a diner.] mari could end it here. cauterize a wound while it's still seeping. burning off loose threads, snipping old strings, leaving blake strung up and waiting for a person she doesn't know how to be. he wants comfort. she's more aligned with being cruel. nothing left in her system to exert out the plush-puppies and soft-rainbows of a situation, and especially not theirs.
BLAKE LANGERMANN [@2scall] : “will you stay up a little longer? i've still got a full glass.”
yet, she stays. "so drink it." mari says, but her form settles back into the wear and tear of her seat. one leg propped up, the other dangled down, with her elbow smoothing along the back of the chair. decidedly casual, for a moment that's not, but any vulnerability mari has is locked and loaded behind caged walls. air-lifted and sanctified to a state of pause, just in case. (call it habit.) a pause streamlines through the half-open slant of her mouth, searching for words that don't feel singed at the edges. doused in something dangerous. echoing a history both know, but won't say, and mari would prefer to keep it that way. "it's late." is what she settles on, and flickers her gaze to the ceiling. "you're n — not tired?"
blake doesn't like to admit it, but it hurts. a pulsing wound that he's sure mari can see, if only for the simple fact that mari can see everything. tangible, throbbing, trembling scars that litter over places once firmly untouched, balmed and burned to fix and heal. first it'd been jessica, a bent body strewn across the stairs, dark eyes and scowled lips and, “you won't tell anyone about this, will you?” blake hadn't. didn't even remember it until the crash, until that dreadful night he was wrapped up in knoth's cult, heralded as christ while simultaneously punished for it. SCALLED MESSIAH, they called him. drove pricks of nails into palms, hands scrabbling against a coffin's lid, lobbed underground. he'd never wanted to be a savior. hadn't with jessica, and hadn't with ... well. he'd always misfired, over and over again, because blake wasn't the kind of person that did anything else. knoth must've loved him, weak - woven and failure prone. [the dereliction of duty, forsaking the sacred vow he'd whispered that day. do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and cherish her, in sickness and health, in trying times and smooth, in lean times and full, all the days of your lives? i do, he'd whispered, and it had all been a lie.] otherwise, why would he have been chosen? people liked to pretend that jesus never made mistakes, had never done a wrong in his life, but hadn't he been human, too? was blake to be crucified for every mistake he'd ever made? well— been there, done that. the scalled had seen to it. the circular scars on his palms were enough of a reminder, anyway.
blake is quietly weaned from his thoughts by mari's voice, harsh, flat, rasped, yet comfortable all the same. he's never understood how she can speak so languidly, like she hasn't got a care in the world, like they're not two runaways deflecting from a massive corporation. it makes him wonder if he could be the same, or at least pretend, but he's never been good at pretending with mari. so he answers, tries to make his voice gruff and muscled but all that comes out is a half - weaned whisper: “i'll drink it.” knocks liquor back, tastes the burn in his throat, revels in it. sits there for a moment after, the silent and still comfort of mari enveloping him. sometimes, weaving around the obvious is something blake needs. doesn't want to think about it all. then, you're not tired? feels the burn back in his throat, except this time it's not from the liquor. “i'm always tired,” he wants to say, then realizes he actually said that out loud. can't even think, why'd i do that? mari's already seen the worst in him, anyway. he decides to blunder on. “but i can't sleep.” sweeps a hand through messy, unkempt hair, greasy tendrils pricking against his fingers. “maybe you understand, though.” after all, she's still awake; blanketed by the dark outline of a night sky, shuttered behind bent, broken blinds in a motel room. blake breathes in, feels that burn in his throat again— and maybe it's the liquor, or maybe it's just him, but he needs to know what mari saw. what they experienced. “you've never ... told me what it was like.” shudders in his chair at the mere memory of murkoff. “what they ... did to you.” blake isn't sure he needs to specify who they are, fears for a moment that mari will brush him off, will pretend she doesn't know who he's talking about, too. but he tries to have faith. that's always something he's been good at, after all.
well. i wrote the one and only fox mulder from the x-files for a good year or so!! over 300k words split between me and my rp partner (you know who you are) so. it was certainly a time lmao!
✦ hi morgan !! i love ur blake sm it drove me to watch a whole 5+ hours of outlast playthru because u write him so good and so passionately.and i love him badly !!!!!! i just needed to tell u :)
positivity train
AHHHH thank you thank you thank you!!! i’m so glad my characterization of blake inspired you to watch a playthrough of outlast … i am crazy about blake i fear and have been for years! i’m super stoked to be here and be able to write him!
but this isn’t about me— it’s about you! jett my good friend jett, i already adore the way you write tim (and i can’t wait to see more from you!!!) and your passion for his character is so inspiring! it makes me want to look at blake and examine him the same way, but i fear i’d never be able to get into the depths of him like you do with tim. i admire the fact that you’re carrying such a small fandom, i love that you’ve taken and used a character who the fandom may see differently, and i’m so so stoked to be able to call you a mutual and be able to write with you !!! i can’t wait to watch more marbel hornets and can’t wait to see what else you get up to with tim (and your slew of other muses)! anyway thanks for letting me ramble on <3
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